As Much

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May 2012

As much as i pretend, as much as i try,
i can't help the thought that my mom could die,
join my grandparents and those on 9/11,
because of the scary C she semi walks through heaven,

it's crazy that another mother i could lose,
fuck you karma, i honestly believed in you,
i thought we weren't given more then we can handle,
i'm not for stripes, opposite of Mickey Mantle,

damn i hate Cantelope and am too picky,
only have love if i allow a hickey,
can't live without the mom i love on the west,
barely have a beat coming up from my chest,

i know me best and i won't last,
if i always want to relive my past,
so please be future for every late July,
don't be another reason for me to die.

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